Date: Mon, 30 May 2011 22:21:47 -0700
From: Brandon Stone <xbrandonroarsx3@gmail.com>
Subject: Cameron & Sam; Chapter 5. Gay high-school love stories.

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I just wanted to say thank you, to all of you guys, for all the
wonderful emails that I have been getting. They all mean the world to
me, thank you so much!(:
Also, the last chapter was supposed to be 'Chapter 4' but with my
awful typing, I put Chapter 3. This is Chapter 5. Hope you enjoy.
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Cameron & Sam.

Chapter 5;

   On the drive home, I clutched Sams hand, tightly in my own the
whole way. I couldn't get over the fact that he was so concerned about
me, because no one else had ever been before.
   "Thank you, Sam," I whispered quietly, still clinging to his hand
as we pulled into his driveway.
   He turned the car off and freed his hand, taking the keys out of
the ignition before turning to look at me. "Thank you for what?" He
placed his hand gently back in mine.
   I smiled a little, not knowing exactly how to explain. "For caring
about me," I said, looking down at our hands and playing with his
fingers, rubbing my thumbs over the backs of his knuckles.
   "I love you," He sighed, looking out the windshield. "You were
there for me when John dumped me, you were there for me when I was at
my worst. How could I not care about you?" He looked over at me and
smiled softly, and I felt my face flush.
   "I love you too, Sam." I looked up at him, leaning forward to press
my lips to his cheek.
   "C'mon," He said, opening his door. "Let's get you settled in."
   Once inside, he gave me Advil, and told me to go lay down on his
bed while he made me some soup. I reluctantly agreed, not wanting to
be away from him for even a minute, but knowing it was for my own
good.
   After I'd taken the Advil, I laid down carefully in his bed,
resting my head gently on his pillow. His blankets smelled like him,
and I buried my face in them, inhaling as deep as my lungs would let
me. He smelled fantastic.
   As I rolled over on my side, I noticed a notebook quite similar to
mine, resting on his nightstand. Only instead of orange duct tape, it
was purple.
   I picked it up and rolled over on my back, opening the cover up to
the first page.
   "Dear Journal," It said. I took note of how neat and clean his
writing was. "Today I kissed Cameron. We were doing our Trig homework,
and I made every effort to get as close to him as I could. He really
is tiny, he weighs close to nothing. He's adorable. His eyes are so
blue, they make me shiver. He's a fantastic kisser as well, and I just
hope that I get another chance like that." I blushed deeply, flipping
to the next page, my stomach churning, but only because of excitement.
   "Dear Journal," the next page said. "I think I'm falling in love
with this boy. His smile just gives me butterflies and I cannot stop
thinking about him. I just want to be with him-"
   "Oh my god, don't read that, please," Sam said. He was standing in
the doorway, holding a bowl of soup. I smiled at him and continued
reading, as he came over to sit on the edge of the bed, setting the
soup on his dresser.
   "Please," He said again, gently prying the book out of my hands and
setting it on the floor. He looked at me and then looked away, out of
embarrassment.
   I smiled and grabbed his chin, turning his face towards mine. "Why
aren't we dating?" I asked, the obvious question slipping out before I
could catch it. I blushed and bit my lip as he broke into a smile.
   "I was giving you time to get over David," he replied, curving his
hand to my cheek.
   I laughed. "The only one I want is you."
   This made him blush, and he leaned down to brush his lips over my
cheek bones, closing his eyes.
   "Be mine, then?" He asked, his sweet breath fanning over my face. I
nodded against him, and pressed my lips gently to his, shivering.
   His lips were softer than I'd remembered, as he crawled on top of
me, making sure to be gentle, and straddled my waist. He kissed me
with passion, but I could tell he was reminding himself to be careful,
and the thought made me smile against his lips.
   He pulled back and brushed my hair away from my face, laying next
to me and gently pulling me on top of him.
   "My parents won't be home until late..." He whispered lowly. His
voice was husky and made me shiver. He reached down to lay his hands
gently on my ass and hold me to him, making me smirk and bury my face
in his neck.
   He brought my face back up so he could kiss me, hooking his fingers
inside my jeans, starting to tug them down. I smiled and pulled back,
nipping the tip of his nose and sitting up, straddling his waist.  He
tried to sit up with me, but I pushed him back down by his shoulders.
   "Relax," I whispered in his ear, laughing low. Gently biting his
earlobe, I was able to unhook my belt and tug it off. I took both of
his hands in my own and pushed them over his head, strapping them
together with the belt.
   He gave me a surprised look and then grinned. The look in his eyes
was hungry.
   I pulled back, tugging my shirt over my head, then leaning down to
push his shirt up, over his washboard abs. My mouth watered.
   I tugged his shirt off as much as I could, leaving it around his
wrists, using it to tie them to his bed frame. I could hear his
breathing accelerate.
   After a few minutes, we were both completely naked, and I leaned
down to kiss gently down his stomach, grinding my ass into his groin.
He moaned low in the back of his throat, and the sound made me even
more excited.
   His hard-on pressed against my ass, while mine rubbed against our
stomachs. Reaching back to wrap my fingers around his shaft, I
massaged him gently, and took pleasure in the soft moans that he was
making as he grew even harder in my hand.
   "Cam," he groaned, squeezing my ass cheeks in his hands. I shivered
at his voice. "I want to be inside of you."
   I swallowed hard, my mouth dry, as I looked back at his cock. It
had to be at least 8", if not more, and it's girth got thicker and
thicker, as it got closer to the base. I bit my lip, wondering how the
hell that was ever going to fit inside me, but I knew that no matter
what, Sam would make it fit.
   I leaned down to press my lips to his, taking his cock and pressing
it's head against my hole. His whole body shivered, and he tightened
his grip on my ass, as I began to take him inside of me.
   He was huge. There was no way that he was going to fit, and I
winced in pain as he stretched me to my max.
   He was enjoying himself. His eyes were closed and he let out low
moans whenever I moved against him at all. He was hard as a rock, and
as I grew accustomed to his cock inside of me, I began slowly grinding
my hips into his.
   He hissed, clenching his teeth together. "Don't move," He
whispered. His whole body was rigid and I bit my lip.
   My asshole had stretched out completely to accommodate his cock,
and wanting to feel hat tightness again, I clenched my asshole around
him.
   Instantly, he dug his nails into my ass, arching his back slightly.
"Holy shit," he pushed out heavily. His cock jerked inside of me, and
I could feel each stream of cum as he shot off.
   I grinned and kept grinding into him, leaning down to bury my face
in his neck, biting his jawline.
   When he was finished, his body relaxed and he sighed in pleasure,
but he was still insanely hard inside of me.
   We ended up fucking a couple more times, until his parents got
home, mainly because his hard-on never seemed to go down.
   When we finished the last time, he gathered me up in his arms and
laid me down next to him, both of us completely exhausted and sweaty.
   "Get dressed," he said, out of breath. "And let's go get a bite to eat."
   We cleaned up and got dressed, and we went out and had dinner. We
saw a movie and after our date, we got in the car around midnight. He
started driving to his house, and while he drove, he reached over and
laced our fingers together, laying our hands on my thigh.
   "You're spending the night, right?" He asked, looking over at me
briefly. I nodded slightly.
   "If that's what you want."
   He flashed me a quick smile and leaned over to kiss me gently, as
we rolled to a stop at a red light. When the light turned green, he
stomped on the gas and we didn't talk for the rest of the ride.
   Not until he missed the turn off at 56th for his street. I frowned,
looking over at him quizzically. "Uhh, Sam?
   He glanced at me, as he continued driving. "Mhm?"
   "You missed, the uh, turn?"
   He laughed. "Yeah, I know." ... Silence for a moment.
   "Sam, where are we going?"
   He grinned at me. "The beach. Is that okay?" I laughed, giving in.
   "I guess."
      When we got to the beach, I got out, zipping up my jacket and
pulling up my hood. I walked over to him.
   "Walk with me?" He asked, holding out his hand. I smiled, reaching
down to lace our fingers, and we started walking down along the shore.
   We came across a bench next to a giant oak tree, with countless
names carved into it. I dragged Sam over to the bench to sit down, and
he laughed, wrapping his arm around my shoulders, pulling me into his
chest.
   "I bet you're still wondering why I brought you here, am I right?"
   I nodded, looking up at him, playing with his fingers.
   He smiled and my breath caught as he let me go, standing up in
front of the bench. He kneeled down and took one of my hands into his
own, and my other hand went up to hide my insanely huge smile.
   "So," he began. He was blushing and he looked even more adorable
than normal, which is pretty amazing. "I know I already asked you to
be mine this morning, but I'm old fashioned, and I felt like I needed
to do this properly." He took a deep breath, making me giggle. I
earned a smile from him in return.
   "Cameron Skylar, over the past few months I've come to realize that
somehow, I've fallen completely in love with you. You make me smile,
you make me happy, and whether you know it or not, you make my life
worth living. I hope that you'll come to love me as much, in return
one day, but now, all I'm asking for, is you. Please, be mine. And I
will forever be faithful to you."
   His words made me weak, and definitely speechless. All I could do
was nod and throw myself into his awaiting arms as he caught me and
pulled me tightly into his chest.
   "I love you, Sam. I love you so much," I whispered, pressing my
face to his neck and hugging him as tightly as I could manage. I felt
his breath on my neck as he laughed low and hugged me back just as
tightly.
   "I love you too, baby. More than anything."